Swedish Pizza experience.
Rotten herring, princess cake and IKEA.
These words are the only association I have with any sorts of Swedish culture. Imagine my look of confusion on a Friday night when trusty partner in crime Eduardo suggests dinner at a Swedish Pizzeria. “What the hell is that” was my first response, “lets go! ” was my second.
Having prepared myself for a takeaway meal, we arrived surprised at the simple set up of tables and chairs inside. The sign which read “Swedish Pizza” looked tacky and odd against the mellowed out atmosphere of the shopping strip.
Having been open for 6 months. I cringed at the lack of customers there were on a Friday night. no takeaway pizza orders, no rushing cooks. everything was steady and quiet. At this point I was ready for a meal in hell, not giving any benefit of the doubt that the ridiculous combination of Sweden and pizza did not mix at all.
Our choices for dinner that night were:
“kebab SP” -kebab, champigon mushrooms, paprika, green pepper and bearnaise sauce.
“Sverige”- Gorgonzola,champigon mushrooms,paprika, asparagus, capers.
“Kycklingrulle( chicken roll)”- Tomato, lettuce, chicken breast, bread kebab sauce, tobasco, fried onion.
I was amazingly surprised by the size, texture and flavour of the pizzas.
The kebab pizza was the highlight in this case, slices of doner kebab meat melted into a thin, soft crusty base with slight hints of bearnaise sauce. The paprika on top gave just the right amount of saltiness complimenting the flavour of the kebab meat.
Sverige had a completely different taste to the kebab. I found the strong potent flavour of the Gorgonzola overpowered the rest of the coupling ingredients. After a few slices I had decided it was too rich for me to handle.
The unique menu choices and amazing pizza creations makes me question why they are not filled with an army of customer. oh well. only time will tell!
until then, samklig maltid!